Defining Love

Love is a window

that allows you to witness 

beauty and colorful vision outside

You may often confuse the scenic enchantment.

The bright light that glitters on the window pane,

Is coming from the life burning outside in real world.

charisma that soothes your young pounding heart

Is a mixture of colourful glimpse of misery and pain

dancing in view with joy mixed with bleeding sorrows.

चाँद से पूछ लो

चाँद से पूछ लो

उनके घर का रास्ता

हमने अंधेरों में रैन बसा लिया है।

ज़रूरत पड़े तो भोर का इंतज़ार कर लेना।

हमने अपना रास्ता बदल लिया है।

ना गलियां अब याद रही ना वो।

खूब देखा हमने अंजाम त्याग का,

आज उन्हें त्याग आगे बढ़े हैं।

अब मंज़िल भी नई है और रास्ता भी।

बहुत चल लिए सहारे उनके साथ,

अब खुद के साथ खुशहाल आगे बढ़ना सीख लिया है।

बिटवा

Hawa ka rukh badalte dekha hai

Maine har mausam ko badalte dekha hai.

Yakeen hai ye waqt bhi guzar jayega

Bharosa hai tujhpe, maa ke paas fir ayega.

Auron ke pyar ko badalte dekha hai

tujhse mera naata hi aur hai,

डोरियों se nahi नाड़ी se judaa hai tu.

khokhle rishton se bandhe pyar pe लुट ke dekha,

thoda hum tootey baaki rhishton ne toda.

ek apne jism ka katra hi tha jo jodd ke chalaa gaya.

dard dekar bhi pyar ke saagar me dubo gaya.

dard me bhi muskurana sikhaa gaya, 

badan todd kar bhi dil jodna sikhaa gaya.

आँखों का प्यार

मुद्दत बाद आज तेरी आँखों में झांका
तो निगाहों में मैं तो थी,
पर मेरे लिए वो प्यार कहीं खो सा गया था।
ये मेरा वहम है या किसी तूफान का डर,
जाने क्यों तेरे एकरार पे आज ऐतबार ना हुआ।
क्या हुआ जो मुझे तुझसे तुझसा प्यार ना हुआ।
पर पहले कभी तेरी आँखों में मेरी खातिर
वो प्यार तो कम ना हुआ , फिर आज क्यों?
वो आज़माइश तेरे ईश्क की निगाहों से
थोड़ा एकरार और इन्कार था ज़िक्र जिसमें
बस प्यार, आज उस प्यार पर करार ना हुआ।
तुम्हारी आँखों में झांक मुझे आज, तुमसे वो प्यार ना हुआ।

Celebrating Women !

Since ages men have ruled

And women have conquered.

For what's her is not her's

Centuries have defined her

On name of her love but never her.

For time and again history

Enlightens the beauty of ethnicity

Where women vanquish and have ruled.

Every culture in this globe

How hard they tried, couldn't flatten

The powerful glory and the aura

That surrounds the silhouette of a women.

No beauty on this earth is as influencing

No bond was ever stronger than a women's love,

And no intelligence appeared with responsible beauty.

Salute to those men who supported women in their life,

This world is a better place with men like you,

You have given wings it's strength to fly,

The required enthusiasm to move far and dry.

To women who refuse to go weary and continue

Working , devoting their time for love and sacrifice

Happy women's day.

Pain personified

For broken as I am

Pieces yet scatters

With every storm passing by

It further generate more damage.

Though I hold the ground , firm n tall

Further it disintegrate into Smaller piece as sand.

Yet I cling to liquidity and withhold myself into a ball.

The melancholy echoes so hard that smeared pieces

Fall apart and the holding of the ball breaks open to let loose

And vaunting of collecting and disintegrating continues.

Mesmerized

Those strong masculine arms when embraced me tight to not let go I had fallen there, already in love and yet it feels I can love more, More to sublime my soggy emotions with his strength. Stronger than I expected, true charmer to swipe off your logical sensitivity ,captive in his tight embrace. Lust was it felt more like love. 

Is this a song I am listening to or just an illusion. Pinch me to stand in reality, make me realise more that I want, oh! I so want him more, beside , behind, inside out, can be all over me. 

Those soft little lips covered in moustache and beard were talking a lot until I locked it with mine cuddling in his arms, hands moving around, from his full length shoulders to lower curve of the body, and there I stand with him bare,  bewitched in his eyes, in his clutch today I feel safe, more secure to open up to fulfill the lust lost love.

In the whims and fanciful thought feeling effectuate I stand lost in his allure . My clothes , my hairs and body is still engrossed in enchanting odour of his body. For I refuse to wash my hairs, wash off my clothes to hold his smell, to hold him close enough to my senses to keep me moving intoxicated in his feeling.